// you've got a passion in those eyes //
Managing a lopsided smile as he senses the fyrhund's approach, Danta nuzzles his cheek against hot stone and smoky breath, leeching the heat away from Asta's shift before he exchanges it for his usually charming form. Sans one working arm anyway, or so it seems. "Hi," he rasps, his sunny smile pained at best as he watches the mageglass necklace hit the snow. Reaching out, Danta fumbles to tuck it away in his pocket for safekeeping, because fuck if he's going to risk losing it after all this.
"Feels like it's everywhere," he continues, though he reaches up and over his shoulder with a wince as if to gesture to the general problem area. "Asta, your arm," he adds, hissing in a breath and grimacing at the sight of it. "Fuck sake. We gotta get back home." As fun as sitting out here in the snow is, they're quite likely to turn into rather fetching statues like this.
"Feels like it's everywhere," he continues, though he reaches up and over his shoulder with a wince as if to gesture to the general problem area. "Asta, your arm," he adds, hissing in a breath and grimacing at the sight of it. "Fuck sake. We gotta get back home." As fun as sitting out here in the snow is, they're quite likely to turn into rather fetching statues like this.
Dantalion
// so aim it straight and true //
Horns: Diamond - they look very similar to #2 in this image.
